Waiting... A poem by Montana

Waiting

When oh when will you finally unfurl,

I wait and wait, Not even a referral,

I feel like I’m being painted, a part of some mural,

Like a woman at the salon waiting to have curls,

I realize you are different from the rest of the girls,

Its as if I’m the daylight and you are nocturnal

Or you a republican and I am a Liberal

I dress my self in black as if off to a funeral,

This day that’s just come has all been a swirl

But then in retrospect the week feels like eternal

and again I find myself waiting...